Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.